I have played the clown long enough
But I have never been a
Court jester
I despise them
Them fools that embarrass
Themselves to the amusement of others
Yet you had me hop scotching
To your jokes
Till now!
Eyes wide open to my folly
You will not live to speak of it
For I am out for your blood.
You will answer for it
Why you chose to pick me up
To pick me up so you can pull
My strings?
Boy, do I resemble a puppet?!
If so
Believe me, you are no puppeteer
For I refuse to move
To the rhythm of your fingers
Disillusioned and awakened
From how I was played
You will not broadcast it
For I am out for your blood.
I will not show you kindness
I will give back what was given
By a hundredth fold
For I am petty that way
If you are a lady-killer
Believe me I am a psychopath
I am out for your blood
For you came to me
On your own accord
It appears you have forgotten
Why,
By all means let me remind
You why,
I was always out of your league
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Beings
RandomCollection of poetry based on human strength and resilience #1 rhetoric #3 human beings #7 perseverance #11 perseverance
